Seraphina Collection Novels & Stories

She smelled of leather, smoke, and something faintly metallic, like blood and adrenaline. Seraphina sat upright near the pillows—legs tucked beneath her, posture perfect even now. Her skin was smooth ivory, almost luminous, every line precise and elegant. Slender but strong—small, high breasts with dusky rose nipples, narrow waist flaring into gentle hips. Her dark hair hung straight and glossy to her mid-back, no tangles, no chaos. Without her glasses her eyes were softer—deep brown, almost black, but warm. She smelled faintly of ozone and expensive vanilla—clean, controlled, intoxicating.

The kitchen air felt heavy, thick with the scent of lye and the lingering trace of Caleb’s cedar-scented warning. I stood there, my fingers still tingling from the silver vial he’d dropped, when the heavy oak doors creaked. Seraphina drifted in, her nightgown trailing like a shroud. She wasn’t wearing the diamonds now, but the predatory gleam in her eyes was brighter than any gemstone. She held a crystal goblet filled with a shimmering, amber liquid.

Tonight, Luca was finally going to make his decision with or without his brother Theo. Meanwhile in her room, Seraphina stood in front of her mirror, her hands gently smoothing the fabric of her gown. It was an elegant, deep crimson dress that clung to her curves, embroidered with intricate silver designs that shimmered under the low light of the room. Her long golden hair cascaded down her back, the strands catching the eight glow of the candles scattered throughout the room. She adjusted her attire, her fingers brushing over the delicate lace at the necklace, when the door opened without a knock. She was shocked that he entered because he could have sent someone but he never did.

“I heard you have returned and I’ve been finding it hard to sleep tonight as it's terribly hot so I decided to come see you. Do you mind if I come in?" I was taken aback. Seraphina had coloured her hair blond, with a single silver streak. It fell in lush waves down her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Her nightclothes were mesh-like, leaving very little to my imagination. This was the first time I'd seen her after my return. I still had a lot to settle with her, especially the way she had conspired with the council members to make Lyra uncomfortable in my absence. But her look tonight—it was a bit distracting.

I watched her parade around my office, rage burning in my chest. Then my eyes locked on what she was holding. It was a journal of runes Elara had left behind—her last one. "Put it down," I snarled, my voice a low growl. "This?" Seraphina held up the journal, dangling it in front of me. "The great masterpiece of your precious healer?" "Put it DOWN." "Let's just see how brilliant she really was." Rip— She tore out the first page, dangling it in front of my face before letting it fall.

TANYA'S POV Seraphine’s notebook had forty-three pages on the dissolution work. She’d put it together over the last ten days, ever since that mess in the library corridor. Pulled stuff from the Southern Crescent archives, the High Witch Council’s public records on banned stuff, and three sources she only called “my father’s private collection, which he does not know I photographed.” Her handwriting was tiny and tight, but somehow still easy to follow. Like she thought in straight lines, even when everything around her was falling apart.

“Not all sluts are pretty, I guess. You must have some other talent, showing up here with that much nerve.” I bit down on my tongue, tasted blood. One day, I swear, I’ll make you and your whole family bow to me. Just wait. Seraphina stood and picked up a sleek, dark bottle. “I have a job for you,” she said, coming closer. “Wait — that’s the serum from Glow, isn’t it?” My eyes went wide. Glow Cosmetics had everyone in the city obsessed. Their stuff was impossible to get; people treated those little bottles like treasure. I’d tried to snag one before, but nope — it was gone in seconds.

“And make sure they never forget it.” At the rear of the line, Eveline waited with her battle robes already fastened, a cold glint in her eyes. “They’ll call this madness.” “Let them,” Seraphina said. “I’ve been called worse.” That night, beneath a sky swollen with red stars, Seraphina stood alone in the temple ruins. The broken stones around her echoed with the memory of power, of blood, of prophecy. She placed her hand on the cold altar and whispered: “Mother, I’m not afraid anymore.”

Seraphina's POV I woke up to the scent of the ocean, salt and something deeply unfamiliar—the smell of someone else's home. If wishes were granted the moment they were made, this would have been a dream and I'd have been in London, with my students. My body ached, a dull throb lingering in my wrists where Rafael had gripped me the a few days ago. The weight of exhaustion pressed down on my chest, but I knew lying in bed wouldn’t do me any good.

“Enough!” Seraphina interrupted sharply. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small metallic object. Glancing at it, it was a USB drive. Without hesitation, she tossed the USB drive at Sid. “Take your stuff back. I know exactly what kind of person the young master is, better than anyone else. I only trust my own heart.” As for what was on the USB drive, she didn’t want to know and didn’t care. With that, she turned and walked away.